Temperance
MELLIA BLACK
| Music | Bloody Mary |
| Aliases | Mel, Mels, Acolyte Black |
| Class(es) | Sith Apprentice |
| Birthplace | Jutrand |
| Age | Young Adult |
| Traits | Scarlet Hedonism Consummate Cruelty Indomitable Resolve |
| Rank(s) | Apprentice |
| Faction(s) | Sith Order |
| Species | Human |
| Languages | Galactic Basic Huttese ur-Kittât Binary Galactic Sign Language |
| Gender | Fem |
| Force Sensitive | Y |
| Character Alignment | Neutral Evil |
| Height | 178cm |
| Weight Class | Featherweight |
| Color Code | #ff0026 |
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A young Mellia Black squinted at the back of her family butler's head from across the courtyard. Eyes screwed near-shut in concentration, tears welling in the corners of sharp grey eyes. A harsh red welt marred the young girl's otherwise clearly-pampered features. The child was furious. Murderously furious.
So furious, in fact, that she failed to notice the Chiss creeping up beside her until the blue-skinned young lady grabbed her by the arm with a conspiratorial grin.
"Hey Mels. Watcha doing?"
"Hi, Jen. Trying to kill the butler."
That got a snicker from the Chiss, who leaned into the still-furious Mellia, gripping her arm possessively. "Oooh, my girlfriend's a Sith now, huh?"
Mellia made a noise in response, refusing to take her eyes off her target. "I'm serious, Jen. I've got, like...a feeling."
"C'monnn, Mels, if you could do that kinda chit the Sith woulda found out by now." Jen stood up and tugged on Mellia's arm, then. "You wanna come over to my place? Mom got a new blaster range installed and she says we can use the turbolas as long as she's watching."
Mellia was angry before, but now she was hurt. The young girl quickly glanced over at her partner, then averted her eyes before she actually started crying. "Just...feth off, okay, Jen? I'll talk to you later."
Jen said something back, tugged on Mel's arm again, almost lifted her off the seat she'd been brooding on. It hadn't really mattered what she said, or why. Because, to Mellia's horror, it had finally clicked. A burning, almost nauseating feeling welled up in her gut. A thrumming, pounding beat filled her ears. It grew, and grew, and grew, until in the span of a second Mellia couldn't feel or hear anything else - and then a flash, and relief. For a second.
Mellia turned, wide eyed, just in time for blood to trickle down in rivers, from Jen's face onto hers.
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QUICKSILVER DUELIST 
SCION OF PRIVILEGE 
DARKSIDE ADEPT
Nimble and quick, with good stamina
Lackluster physical strength
Confident and determined, bordering on egotistical
Vengeful, sensitive to slights, and vindictive
Playfully sadistic; often prioritizes "toying with her food" over efficiently accomplishing goals
Prodigal lightsaber duelist; style heavily influenced by traditional Makashi and Ataru philosophies
Talented Force User
Thorough knowledge of Sith politics and bureaucracy
Lacking in many practical skills (piloting, first aid, etc)
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COMBAT
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- Projectile Weapons ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- SENSE
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- Force Sight ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Magnify Senses ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Life Detection ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Telepathy ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Force Sense ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- CONTROL
- Control Pain ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Enhance Attribute ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Force Speed ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Tutaminis ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- ALTER
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- Alter Environment ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Intertia ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Force Jump ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Force Drain ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Force Fear ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Force Lightning ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Telekinesis ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Injure/Kill ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Art of Movement ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Sith Philosophy ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
- Galactic History ||| ||| ||| ||| |||
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ALLIES AND ASSOCIATES
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- Aurodium-plated Lightsaber
- Blaster Pistol
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